I put my hand on the cushion to push myself forward, and it slipped between the cushions. I felt something on my hand. I looked and saw a whitish thic... liquid on my hand. It was my son's cum. Laine hadn't cleaned up well enough.I downed my drink and went upstairs to my room. I fell on the bed and lay there until I fell asleep.I went into the office very early. I didn't want to have to see Laine or Ricky.I spent the morning just staring out of the window. Not seeing anything, just staring.At. "What's a six shooter?" She gave me a look that told me I was terminally stupid andclueless and that maybe I should try and move up the evolutionary scaleto the mammal area, at least. She could be very expressive. "So what _is_ it?" I hissed at her. She shook her head at me, but explained, "Six shots of somethinglike vodka, as fast as you can slam 'em down. You're timed, and...." "Eighteen shots?" She nodded. *Oh, FUCK.* "I'm gon, gonna TRASH that fuckin' bitch!". “I haven’t abandoned Spencer, Sam,” he finally says. “Hell, Doug has offered to go in there himself and bring Spencer out. Unfortunately, we’re being monitored and every move accounted for.” He pauses long enough to let the reality to sink in with Samantha. She stops pacing and sits down onto the couch opposite her boss’ desk. She just sits and stares blankly at the man. “The accusation against us is the main reason for this investigation. Since McKinsey spearheaded the reformation of the TDF,. But as usual, the lust was more and the devil knocked me to step ahead. I slowly started applying more pressure on her thigh and my hands were following the instruction of my mind and soon started moving up and towards near her panty.My hands were shivering a little but still obeying the instructions of my mind. She looked at me as she was noticing the changes in my hand movements on her feet and thighs. She moved her legs away and told me – “It’s ok, Jiju. That’s enough, I am feeling better.